As far as I can remember, I recall seeing the boats out on the water. As a kid, I used to think they had a kind of mysterious allure to them. They seemed to be part of the natural setting of lake St-Francois. Today, I’m usually out there myself and have learned a great deal about perch fishing, both on catching more and larger perch and on the culture surrounding the activity. I now recognize the boats, know the spots and enjoy the sport more than ever. The low rumbling of highway 401 on the north shore of the lake, mixed in with the ever so often passing of a train in the distance, the sound of motorboats engines, the loons, cormorants, ducks, geese and even music coming from a nearby boat meld into one enchanting melody. This article sums this up in a beautiful way.